Stories

There... Waiting on the stairs

Watching as the plates

Took away our only home

In and out the door

Through the restaurant

Forbidden land we’d sneak across

Better not get caught

Hope... Hope was all we had

That soon she’d take a break

And come and dry my sister’s tear

Nothing for us here

Nothing we could touch

We only wanted love

But I wouldn’t take it back

I’ll leave it in the past

And even if it brings a tear to my eye

I’ll never take it back

I’ve come to understand it all

Memories make up stories to be told

I hope mine live before I get old

Late... Waiting for the end

Another angry day

Too many scared to speak a word

For fear it might be heard

And turned into another bomb shell

Going off in the hell-tel

But I wouldn’t take it back

It’s made me who I am

And even if it brings a tear to my eye

I’ll never take it back

I’ve come to understand it all

Memories make up stories to be told

I hope mine live before I get old

I’ll never take it back

I’ve come to understand it all

Memories make up stories to be told

Memories make up stories to be told

I hope mine live before I get old

I hope mine live before I get old

I hope mine live before I get old